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Monday, March 20
convince me that i've been safe all this while. - Monday, March 20, 2006
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sub-nick;divorces = war. yup, i think they're ready.

today wasn't THAT bad i guess.
besides getting my dad to bring my GIRO form to school( i felt really bad and was very apologetic.), he didn't scold me. he just told me that he was exhausted from work. okay,seriously, when he didn't scold me in the carpark of my sch, i knew he'd scold me at home.sure enough he did. SO PREDICTABLE.

anyway, the adults are all thinking of ways to get the divorce done so that she wins and that bastard loses and spends the rest of his pathetic life on the streets. sorry for my choice of words, but if you knew what he's done and is still doing, u'd feel the same way too.

i hope that everything turns out okay, seeing my aunt like that does depress me and i'm running out of ways to brighten her day whenever she comes over for dinner. plus, i can't even tell her that i'm behind her as well cos i'm not suppose 2 know abt all these 'ADULT STUFF' . i'm just gonna pray that everything does turn out fine and my aunt can put everything behind her. the faster, the better.



my parents are quarelling again,oh big shocker there. and so when my mom's cursing words upon my father has died down, my father storms into the room and scolds me for having a messy room. harsh words come out but i take it all in and choose not to let either of them see me cry. for once, i choose not to be the rebel and tidy up my table. i try my best to hold the tears back but am no longer to. so i shut my sister's room door, listen to HAPPY songs and pray for a better day tomorrow.

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